The S’danzo’s throat worked, then she nodded, her fingers tightening on the damp cloth she held in her hand. “May your goddess bless you,” she whispered brokenly, then turned quickly to Latilla again.
“Well?” Gilla’s gaze held his. Lalo took a deep breath.
“Randal taught me a little about this,” he said slowly. “Make your breathing regular, and try to relax. Look at the card until you have it memorized, then change the focus of your eyes and try to look through the gateway into the place beyond. When you can see it, push your awareness toward it and through…” He looked at her dubiously. The procedure had seemed reasonable enough when the wizard described it, but he had the awful feeling that he was about to look like a fool.
Then Latilla whimpered again, and Gilla reached out to grip his hand. Lalo took another breath and fixed his gaze on the archway.
Once more the riot of greenery swirled through Lalo’s vision. He fought the compulsion to blink, to refocus, and tried to imagine he held a paintbrush in his hand. See, he told himself, controlling his breathing. Now all he could feel was the warm pressure of Gilla’s hand. Would she keep him earth-bound? But even as he thought it, the confusion before him began to resolve into something-green leaves fluttering in the sunlight…. He launched himself toward them, and then the garden was all around him, and he was through.
For a moment all Lalo knew was the feel of that springy turf beneath his feet, and the scent of air that was like no breeze that had ever blown through